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letra de ain't that a bitch - lil' wayne

hey hey hey!

[chorus]
because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin
ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
ya n-gg-z aint loyal you n-gg-z aint lawyers
and everybody saw you and aint that a b-tch!

and this here is the carter oh! yo! and this here is the carter yo! oh!
this one here is just to clarify the fact that i’m a m-th-f-ckin mack
this one here is just to verify the fact that i got straps on my back
this one here is just to clarify the fact that the boy is back! oh!

[verse one]
slick as i wanna be born to be hustla gonna be rich till i’m gone
gonna keep spittin this sh-t for the hustlaz gonna keep livin this sh-t i’m gutless
bet i’m gonna reap this when i’m gone defeat this while i’m here
gonna keep beatin this street sh-t in ya ear
gonna speak in every single street this year
my sh-t beat in every jeep on every street this year
wizzle f baby ya’ll n-gg-z can have the weezy i’m the birdman jr. junior
i’m a man to another man to a b-tch i’m a pimp in the whip i’m a hundred grand
and in the streets i’m a money man
and i’m a hunt it with the streets i get money in the streets like a hundred men
a hundred proof in my other hand
if ever fall spring back like a rubberband know what i’m sayin

[chorus]
because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin
ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
ya n-gg-z aint loyal you n-gg-z aint lawyers
and everybody saw you and aint that a b-tch
the cops is watchin streets are talkin
hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
ya n-gg-z aint loyal you n-gg-z aint lawyers
and everybody saw ya and aint that a b-tch

[verse two]
now all the b-tches got me strollin wit my d-ck in my hand
and these n-gg-z got me rollin with my clip on my hip
but this is my land so pr-ck dont trip cause k’s dont jam and a n-gg- dont miss
they tellin me i’m the sh-t like a n-gg- dont p-ss
but n-gg- dont slip cause i’ll kill a punk b-tch word up!
and i dont affiliate with n-gg-z i dont love neither b-tches just money and drugs n-gg-
leave ya b-tches ya money and drugs n-gg-
three to ya wisdom five more to ya mug n-gg-
how many more do ya love n-gg-
cause i got plenty more to give out i aint never been a mouthpiece
ask ya reverend bout me i’m the young god
aim the shotgun at ya frame and bust boy
brain and guts leak in the drain and such pour
plain yuk at a f-ck boy. f-ck boy!

[chorus]

[verse three]
i’m a m-th-f-ckin man so respect me as one or the tech meet ya -ss son
the tech heat ya -ss son put ya f-ckin chest beneath ya -ss son
blooka blook blap bleep ya -ss son (laughin)
n-gg- tryin to see his grandson and we
got n-gg-z in the pen tryin to see me wit a grammy
wanna be me and don’t even understand me
could’nt see me even if you was standin with me
i’m that d-mn convincing not invisible that mans invinsible
and advance a little due to the pine
my n-gg-z call me little russell crowe for my beautiful mind
and i let you do the time i do the crime
when the crowd call my name i bring my crew to the line
n-gg- thats sq and we fine n-gg- thats sq and we firrin n-gg-!

[chorus – 2x]

ha! wizzle f baby fa ya muhf-ckin neck n-gg-
got streets in da buildin gotti in the buildin
kl, fee fee in the buildin rome, di, ceeti…

- lil wayne

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